Bangkok 8: A Novel by John Burdett

A mystery with perspective to spare, Bangkok 8 is a lovely, razor-edged, usually darkly hilarious novel set in a single of the world’s such a lot unique cities.

Witnessed by means of a throng of gaping spectators, a charismatic Marine sergeant is murdered less than a Bangkok bridge inside of a bolted-shut Mercedes Benz. one of the witnesses are the single law enforcement officials within the urban now not at the take, yet inside moments one is murdered and his companion, Sonchai Jitpleecheep—a religious Buddhist and the son of a Thai bar lady and a long-gone Vietnam conflict G.I.—is hell-bent on wreaking revenge. On a vigilante challenge to trap his partner’s assassin, Sonchai is begrudgingly paired with a gorgeous FBI agent named Jones and captures her center within the approach. In a urban fueled by means of illicit medicines and countless corruption, prostitution and worthy artwork, Sonchai’s quest for vengeance takes him right into a international even more sinister than he can have ever imagined.

Pressured out of the la occasions amid the newest finances cuts, newspaperman Jack McEvoy comes to a decision to move out with a bang, utilizing his ultimate days on the paper to jot down the definitive homicide tale of his occupation.

He makes a speciality of Alonzo Winslow, a 16-year-old drug broker in prison after confessing to a brutal homicide. yet as he delves into the tale, Jack realizes that Winslow's so-called confession is bogus. the child may well truly be innocent.

Jack is quickly working together with his largest tale because the Poet made his profession years in the past. he's monitoring a killer who operates thoroughly under police radar--and with excellent wisdom of any circulation opposed to him. together with Jack's.

Dr. Kay Scarpetta plunges into the murky depths of a boat graveyard to get well the very human is still of Ted Eddings, an investigative reporter. with her niece Lucy and police captain Pete Marino, Scarpetta will persist with the scents of dying and violence to the center of sinister darkness.

There's no police education more desirable than a cop's intuition. religion Mitchell's mom isn't answering her cellphone. Her entrance door is open. There's a bloodstain above the knob. every thing religion realized within the academy is going out the window while she fees into her mother's apartment, gun drawn.

Malcolm Drake have been a service provider seaman yet he had a worried breakdown and now he lives in his brother's condo along with his sister-in-law and her sister, Virginia--and domineering Aunt Evie. while Aunt Evie drops lifeless at a celebration one night the rumors quick unfold that he had whatever to do with it.

Holding on for her life, before it slipped away entirely, in falls and headaches and the horrifying sense of sliding away into insanity. All the bad things simply . . stopped. Her taut muscles loosened, her eyes closed, her nose was buried in a sweater that smelled of fabric softener and man, with a faint tang of smoke. She was being held tightly, engulfed in strong arms and warmth and her mind simply blanked. She was so used to the background buzz of anxiety and fear in her head, a constant hiss of static tinged with darkness, that she simply blissed out at its absence.

Interested. ” It had been so long since she‟d felt anything like this, since she‟d been part of that whole manwoman thing. Her only contact with men over the past nine months had been with doctors and physical therapists, then lawyers as she settled her father‟s estate. She‟d nearly forgotten that she was a woman. Daniel Weston made her feel female once again. She felt a connection to him and even though it was probably a sign of her craziness, because the connection was in her dreams, right at this moment she didn‟t feel cold and alone and listless, which had been her default emotional setting for more time than she cared to think about.

He touched his baseball cap with his index finger in a salute, then took off with a squeal of t ires, leaving her completely alone on the deserted street. The trip had been such a nightmare. She‟d regretted it the moment she‟d left the house in the pouring rain. The taxi had got caught in a jam due to the sudden downpour, tipping her out at departures barely in time to make it to the gate. Two huge Airbuses were boarding and the gates were crowded with far more passengers than the relatively small Tampa airport was equipped to handle.